#i love the prequels

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

seeing live action real clones, not CGI, did something to me

#i love the prequels #but this was something else to see #oddly vindicating #ahsoka episode 5 #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka

[miseries-mistress]

TRAPPED | ANAKIN SKYWALKER

Synopsis: General Grievous was a slippery droid, always managing to escape the Republic's grasp. You and Anakin were fueled by this once and a lifetime opportunity to bring Grievous into justice where he belongs. What will you do when you find yourself trapped on the Separatist's ship Grievous is currently residing on? Will you finally put an end to the infamous general?

Warnings: fluff, gender-neutral reader, seriously no angst (this time), anakin is nothing but a sweetheart, canon typical violence. W/C: 2862

Note: okay, my eddie era is finished (i might post one more because i have a rough draft but who knows), and star wars prequels have taken their place. I sincerely hope you enjoy. this oneshot is also dedicated to @adrunkskeletonsduck, love ya :)

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"Anakin, this is stupid."

"No, it's not," he scoffs before continuing to crawl through the tight vents. 

"We are in the ventilation of Grievous's man cruiser with no map, no sense of direction, and praying the Obi-Wan has seen our distress signal."

"Yeah-huh, I still don't see the problem."

Upon your and Anakin's fight with General Grievous, you pursued him onto his vessel with the intent of finally bringing him to justice after long grueling months of tracking him. What you didn't expect was for the ship to depart from your cruiser a second later, leaving you stranded on a Separatist's ship with your partly damaged comm link. Anakin's was utterly destroyed, leaving yours your only hope of escape. He suggested that crawling in the vents would give you a better view of the ship and keep you undetected while you waited for backup. The problem was, you didn't know where you were heading. This ship had a completely different layout than any other Separatist ship you've ever encountered, leaving you with no choice but to put your faith in the Force to guide you somewhere safe. 

Once glowing a bright green, your comm link stuttered before powering off. You hit the screen once, then twice, your frustration boiling as you come to the terrible conclusion; your comm link died. The excessive damage it received must have affected its battery, letting it drain faster than usual. 

Anakin turned around, letting his gaze fall on your now broken communicator. His shoulders slumped, and he sighed, running a gloved hand through his locks before pulling on the ends. You lost the easiest and most proficient way to get off the ship. Now, your only hope for escape was to go to the control room to manually send a distress signal to Obi-Wan. Unfortunately, the main control room, which contained all their communications and transmission supports, was sure to be teeming with droids. 

It is not that you couldn't take them, far from it actually, but it put you and Anakin at unnecessary risk of being spotted, and if General Grievous caught a whiff that two Jedi- Anakin no less- were stranded here, you would be used as hostages against the Republic. You were trained for years of your life not to be anyone's burden, and with some of the Council's and the Republic's, for that matter, prized generals and Jedi's here, they would have no choice but to bow to Grievous's demands. Or he would lead them into a trap, ultimately raising the death toll just to save you. The risk had just doubled and now considerably more was at stake than your and Ankain's lives.

Anakin must have had a similar train of thought because he sank back against the metal vent, resting his hands on top of his knees while he let his head hang low. This, by far, was not an ideal situation. 

"We have to go to the main control room." You leaned back against the cold metal, your own anxieties stirring within you at your predicament. Anakin, sensing your distress, crawls from his side of the vent, next to you. The space was tight, leaving little for him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. You feel his heart beat next to your head, and you place a hand on his chest, delving into his warmth. Anakin chuckles lowly at your eagerness as his hand runs across your back, rubbing soothing circles along your spine. You became weak to the heat of such a simple gesture. 

It's rare moments like these that you savor the most. The ones where you could be close to the man you unapologetically love, with no wandering eyes watching and criticizing your every move, telling you that your love, as pure as the sunlight washing over the planets, was a path to the dark side. It was just you and him for the rest of time. 

Even though the two of you had been involved for months now, you rarely found time to be with each other due to the demands of war. The only way you two could spend time together was at night, after the day's duties, when Anakin could sneak into your apartment. It was risky due to the Jedi's apartments being a part of the temple, but you worked around it for the sake of one another. 

The early mornings and the late nights were reserved solely for Anakin; even if all you did was sleep, you were near him. With the moon hanging high over Coruscant's bustling planet, you would feel his heart beating in his chest, its slow rise and fall, and the soft fabric of the shirt that clung to his powerful muscles would lull you to sleep without fail. It was a very needed reminder that he was safe and, most importantly, alive after a daring mission. Even though your time together was spread thin, you always made the most of it, always. 

A voice in the back of your head reminded you of the task at hand, and you very reluctantly spoke. "We need to go, Anakin."

"I know," he murmurs, resting his head on top of yours. In his signature, you could sense the reluctance to leave the peaceful moment you two created, but he knew you were right. The longer you stayed here, the chances of being rescued dwindled drastically. 

"We should do this more often," you announce, and you feel Anakin's heart rate accelerate against your face. 

"What? Get stuck on a Separatist's ship?" he retorts, placing a chaste kiss on your hair. You roll your eyes, burying your face deeper into his robes. 

"No, just exist like this together." You felt his admiration flow in heavy waves through the Force. Your chest gave a funny squeeze to the sensation as he pulled you closer, just for a second, to feel you as his mind worked into overdrive of how he could prolong the moment the two of you seemed trapped in. 

"I would like that too," he finally said, pressing one last lingering kiss to your forehead, ensuring that you could feel every ounce of love and affection he harbored for you in the simple point of contact. He pulls away from you a second later, biting back his smile as he watches your face fall. "C'mon, we need to start moving if we are ever to get out of here," he announces, pulling his body away from yours.

"Then lead the way, chosen boy." Anakin shakes his head at the nickname you came up with years ago while he starts crawling forward, peeking down at the vents every time he passes them. You follow him, wincing at every creak in the metal as your knees bite harshly into the unforgiving floor. From the surroundings below, you could guide yourself to the control room. 

"I think we're here," Anakin said, his voice barely above a whisper. He looks back at you to catch your nod as you look over his shoulder at the view below. From what you could see, the control room was below you, a room separate from the bridge. About four droids were standing idly while they chatted amongst themselves. 

Your goal now was to make the most minimal noise possible, which would be your biggest struggle. If the droids fired shots from their blaster or even attempted to contact the bridge, you would be finished. Your following movements would have to be made with the utmost precision.

"What's the plan now, general?" you inquired Anakin, watching as his lips curled into a frown at the title.

"It's Anakin to you."

"What about Ani?"

"What about you shut up and focus?"

You stick your tongue out at him, and the crease between his eyebrows deepens. You are about to make a snarky retort before Anakin places a gloved finger over the curve of your lips. He warningly glares at you, his eyes darting down to the droids. Then, there's the unmistakable sound of the door swooshing open and the metallic clanking of footsteps. General Grievous, the droid you were supposed to be pursuing, steps into the room. 

You feel your blood run cold and drain from your face, your heart sinking into your stomach. Grievous wasn't supposed to be here. Did he catch onto you and Anakin? How does he know? Why is he here? A thousand questions swirled in your mind while Anakin removed his finger from your face, placing his hand on yours. The slight contact breathed a bit of life back into you, helping to ground you back to the present. 

"Uh, sir?" one of the droids asked.

"What?" Grievous spit, his cape billowing slightly behind him. 

"Have you found the Jedi?" the other spoke up, and through the robotic voice, you could detect a bit of hopefulness. 

"No," Grievous growled, stomping over the panel. "The Jedi scum have nowhere to run. They will try to contact their friends for help. You need to be ready to alert me when you see them. I will deal with these Jedi personally."

"Roger Roger," they respond as Grievous finishes whatever he came in to do, stomping out the door a minute later. As soon as the door closes, you and Anakin breathe a sigh of relief. That was way too close for comfort, you think, and the most disturbing part is that they know you are still on board. You could feel your chances of escape dwindling significantly, and the reality of the situation started to seep in. 

Yes, you wouldn't be stuck here for eternity, but their arrival would take even longer if the others didn't discover your and Anakin's whereabouts. They would also have to consult the Council about a rescue mission, and maybe, just maybe, that's what they were doing now. They must know that you are on one of Grievous's ships, but which ship was the million credit question. If you can successfully send out a signal, they will know which ship is too bored to extract you two.  

You turn to Anakin, only to find his eyes shut tight in concentration. Then, you hear a faint banging sound of something not too far outside the room. The droids stand alert and look at each other before filing out of the room to investigate. Anakin opens his eyes, a triumphant smirk resting casually on his features as he kicks out the vent cover. It falls with a loud clang on the floor, and Anakin jumps through the opening. You follow suit, landing on the floor beside him. You head to the doors without a word, taking the cover off as you pull the wires unceremoniously out of their socket, jamming the doors. 

You turn to Anakin, who is already at work, sending a distress signal. You listen for any movement outside, almost collapsing in relief when it's quiet as a tomb. 

"Done," Anakin finally proclaims, stepping away from the panel. Now, it is left to a waiting game. As you step away from the doors, you turn around to face Anakin. 

"What now?" Your gaze wanders to the many buttons displayed in front of you. Anakin takes a look around the room before responding. 

"We wait. Obi-Wan might try to send a transmission through, so it's probably best if we remain here…." 

You both felt it simultaneously, the force of it enough to stop you dead in your tracks. There's a rippling wave of anger through the Force, growing in intensity as it nears your location. 

Grievous.

Son of a bitch. 

You and Anakin glanced at each other, feeling around for your lightsaber attached to your hip. Its familiar weight met you, the cool metal resting on your sweaty palm. It was daunting, to say the least, to fight Grievous again. Far stronger Jedi have battled him, and none of them have succeeded. It was a heavy burden placed on your and Anakin's shoulders to bring this droid to justice after escaping it more times than you can count on two hands. 

Two lightsabers were thrust through the heavy door as they burned a circle through the thick metal. It broke away a second later, and the infamous General Grievous strutted through the opening. If droids could smirk, you're sure his would stretch across his face. 

"Jedi," he sneered, raising his two lightsabers in front of him. You and Anakin ignited your own, the sound of its humming filling the air. 

"Grievous," Anakin darkly addressed, taking his stand. 

"I can't kill you, not yet. We need to show the Jedi how weak their beloved pets are." In the blink of an eye, Anakin lunges for Grievous, lightsabers whirring as you jump into the fray. 

Fighting with a lightsaber was like dancing. It required not only strength and mobility but gracefulness to sweep around the enemy, to move your feet and body in such a way to gain the advantage. Every swing of your lightsaber you brought down upon Grievous was beautifully coordinated with Anakin's. That's the thing about you two; you compliment each other in battle. As he focuses on offense and lacks in defense, you back up his defense while he assists you in offense. It's stunning, really, to witness a lightsaber battle of this caliber. The colors clash, emitting a horrible hissing sound as it makes contact while the other blades whir and whizz through the air. 

Despite you and Anakin working in sync, Grievous moves faster than any human's reflexes, always countering any attack thrown his way, spinning the fight to his advantage. Of course, you knew this from battling him previously but seeing how quick he reacts puts your reflexes to shame. It's easy to see that you are fighting an uphill battle. Grievous predicts your attacks too quickly to be able to deal any real damage to him. It's a stalemate, and you are worried Anakin won't recognize the direction this battle is taking until it's too late. 

Grievous spins his lightsaber down hard on yours, causing you to stumble back. He takes advantage of your unsteadiness as his attacks grow more aggressive. Your muscles ache from their extensive use, and you find your reflexes become more sluggish with each swing. You are not the only one the battle seems to take a toll on; Anakin's previously aggressive attacks are growing more defensive. One of Grievous's lightsabers comes down next to your head, almost singing your hair in the process. Sweat drips down your face, adrenaline furiously pumping through your veins to make you forget the way your body doesn't seem to move the way you want it to. 

It's not long before he has you pinned, his other arm still deflecting Anakin's attacks. The hope you once clung to that you would make it out here was dwindling, and the prospect of your defeat became more of a reality. 

"You're finished, Jedi," Grievous snarls, dipping his head down to look into your eyes, glistening with struggle. 

"I don't think so."

A lightsaber cuts through Grievous's legs, and in a split second, he drops to the floor. The sound of metal clanging bounces off the walls. Obi-Wan stands triumphantly behind Grevious before his eyes fall on you and Anakin. Ahsoka skids down the corridor with a clone squadron following close behind. You can see the relief gleaming in Anakin's eyes as he collapses into one of the chairs, his chest heaving with exertion. 

"You couldn't have arrived any sooner?" Anakin asks, putting his lightsaber back. 

"Well, we had some…complications trying to find you," Obi-Wan replies, taking a step forward. 

"Yeah, yeah, now we need to go," Ahsoka urges, pointing to the corridor to her left. 

"It's a pleasure to see you too, Snips-"

"Wait… where Grievous?" you exclaim, jumping to your feet despite your body's protest. You can feel the panic settling into the room as the clone troopers look frantically around. 

"The vent!" Obi-Wan shouts pointing to where you and Anakin entered the room. "It's too late. We need to leave."

You and Anakin shared a weary glance before you followed Obi-Wan out and back to the cruiser. It took no more than five minutes to enter the security of the republic ship, you and Anakin walking side by side the entire time. 

"See, that wasn't so bad," Anakin commented, shooting you a smile. 

"Sure, Anakin, sure."

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[padmeismymommy]

rewatching the prequels with my friends for my bday and let me just tell you that it is nice to see anakin and padmé TOGETHER on the screen once again. the hotness levels in this room are boiling.

#star wars #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #obi wan kenobi #ewan mcgregor #padme amidala #anidala #star wars prequels #prequels #i love the prequels #everything else is secondary #natalie portman

[may-the-force-be-gay]

I’m so freaking excited for the KENOBI series. And all the obikin fics it will cause. FRICK. ALMOST 2 DAYS!!!

#obikin #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #star wars #ewan mcgregor #hayden christensen #revenge of the sith #star wars prequels #darth vader #obi-wan kenobi #anakin x obi wan #ewanfuckinmcgregor #i love the prequels #kenobi

[skyguy-apologist]

I swear EVERYTIME I see Darth Vader I go like "THAT'S HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN! THAT'S HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN IN THE SUIT!!!"

JUST LOOK AT HIM, he looks so powerful, it makes me shiver, IT'S EVERYTHING. I'm just so proud of Hayden and happy that he is getting the recognition he deserves.

#that's my man #am I simping for vader? #not sure #hayden christensen #hayden I love you #i love the prequels #star wars #darth vader #anakin skywalker

[steven9rant]

say what you will about this...

but you cant deny...

it will always be better than this

BECAUSE IT MEANS SOMETHING. ANAKIN DOESNT LIKE SAND BECAUSE HE GREW UP ON A PLANET OF SAND AND THE ENTIRETY OF HIS TIME THERE, HE WAS A SLAVE . A LITERAL SLAVE. ON THE OTHER HAND, THERE IS POE (AND BLESS OSCAR CAUSE HE DID WITH IT WHAT HE COULD) WHO JUST BLURTS THIS SHIT OUT LIKE ITS AN APRIL FOOLS JOKE.

#star wars #prequelswerentbad #star wars prequels #i love the prequels #sequelsareshit #star wars sequels #sequelshate #eitherwayoriginalsarebetter #lovetheoriginals #originalsslay #star wars original trilogy

[wizardrous-wonders]

Anakin vs Starkiller. Two StarWars characters I think are really cool

#starkiller #force unleashed #starwars #star wars #star wars fanart #fanart #prequels #prequel memes #starwars prequels #anakin #anakin art #starwars art #colored pencil #traditional art #anakin skywalker #i love the prequels #sw prequels

[lorna-d-m]

Don't mind me just re-entering my prequels era bc I love tragedy

#personal #I love the prequels #the drama the music the costume #the tragedy the inevitability

[starfilledsea]

trying to describe black sails to people is my personal sisyphean task. “it’s a pirate show” bad. “it’s functionally a prequel to treasure island but also it’s not at all” bad again, and also confusing. “it’s about pirates trying to destroy western civilization” mostly only true of the second half of the show and also doesn’t fully capture what i love about it. “it’s a pirate show about the power of stories, how civilization uses shame to keep people in line and turns them into monsters, and the power of queer rage. it’s got some of the best acting, writing, everything of any show i’ve ever seen.” the most accurate, but way too long and makes me sound pretentious and insane. send help i just want to talk about my favorite show.

#black sails #i usually just got for ‘it’s functionally a prequel to treasure island’ but that says nothing about it. i tried to give my coworker the las #one yesterday but i do think i just sounded unhinged lmao #does anyone have a way that works i’d love to hear it so i can stop living like this

[shyranno]

Day 6 of drawing Maul until Disney/Lucasfilm hires me to do Maul things

#star wars #fan art #tcw #darth maul #maul #i love going back to my shoujo manga roots #sw prequels #also yes this is a jedi maul au #he was raised by good people in the temple and ended up a good boy ok #let me live in my delusions #let him be happy

[go-see-a-starwar]

#I highkey love this gif #obikin #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ewan mcgregor #hayden christensen #are these Twitter posts gonna be my thing now #i dunno but this makes two days in a row #revenge of the sith #rots #star wars #star wars prequels #prequels #twitter #lmao

[miseries-mistress]

WITH YOU HERE | OBI-WAN KENOBI

Synopsis: Everything that could have gone wrong went wrong, and in order not to break under the pressure of your failure, you have resorted to the only thing you know can bring you temporary release, alcohol. 

Warnings: female reader, alcohol abuse, throwing up, lots of throw up, the reader is drunk, fluff, comfort, bad writing, like not my best writing at all but oh well, mild addiction?, slight angst, W/C: 1235

Notes: this week's updates will be shorter because that's all the ideas i had. I am working on part 2 of A Love That Can Never Be Tainted, but the last one took me an entire month to do, so don't expect it any time soon. i'll try to do longer work but for now, bear with me, please

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You were barely awake, the room spinning too much for you to form a coherent thought. Your hands clenched the seat as Obi-Wan held your hair while you leaned over the toilet bowl. His touch was gentle, his hands roaming over the small of your back. If you weren't as intoxicated as you were, you could sense his growing concern mixed with the melancholy he didn't try to quell. He was beyond worried for you, having just found you five minutes ago practically passed out with bottles littering the floor. He had tried to coax an answer from you as to what happened, and from your half-strewn-together sentences, he got the gist. But as he was about to escort you to bed, you stumbled into the bathroom, and it only took him a second to get the idea, following you in and sweeping your hair from your shoulders. 

You gagged, releasing the pure alcohol in your stomach. Obi-Wan focused on your back as more vomit fell into the toilet. 

"Shhh shh, it'd be okay, my dear. I'm right here, shh," he cooed as he felt your disgust and anxiety spike. He hated seeing you drink because you only did it when you couldn't navigate your tangled emotions. You would shut down and turn to the bottle instead of him. Over time he had gotten used to it, but he never grew accustomed to the heartache of you feeling like you were unable to talk to him. He knew it was the byproduct of years of swallowing your emotions, but it didn't put his concerned mind at ease. 

He pushed those thoughts aside. That was far from what he ought to be focusing on. Instead, his attention needed to be on you and your well-being as your ghastly eyes and sunken expression indicated that you weren't as fine as you claimed to be when he first found you.  

His words laced with empathy passed through your ears, and you barely registered them, more focused on the smell of alcohol and the fiery throb in your throat. The burn raced up your throat again, and more vomit spilled into the toilet. Then, finally, you closed your eyes, the pounding in your head becoming too much.  

"You're doing so well, my love, that's it, shhh," he gently coaxed you from your frazzled state of mind into something akin to peace. His hand danced over your spine, where he let it create patterns. With so much stimulant, you found it difficult to believe that you could even focus on the man beside you for a moment. Instead, you fell back from the toilet, your back smacking against the tub behind you, black spots somersaulting over the white overhead light. The pounding behind your eyes was relentless, keeping the room rotating in waves or circles, a pattern you couldn't predict. 

"Hey, let's get you to bed, my sweet, c'mon, atta girl. You're doing so well," Obi-Wan encouraged you as he held your arm. Your head lulled to the side. Funny feeling. 

Obi-Wan sighed, his golden-red hair disheveled as his arms snaked around your waist and the back of your head, and in one swift motion, you were airborne, or more accurately, lifted. You giggled loudly at your weightlessness, a lopsided grin falling from your stained lips. 

Your head jostled with every step, adding to your dizziness and increasing it by tenfold while your arms flapped uselessly by your side as Obi-Wan, a pillar of strength, gracefully carried you to your bed. 

He set you down on the mattress, and you rolled in circles, giddy with an emotion he couldn't quite place. Your carefree smile filled him with a slight sense of joy. He hadn't seen that look in a while, genuine happiness, and it touched his heart with such a force that his chest fluttered. Seeing you so happy brought a smile to his face, despite the circumstances. 

Obi-Wan pushed back the hair that fell into your eyes as you giggled, pressing a sloppy kiss to his hand. He grinned at the gesture as he sat down on the corner, stroking your hair. His right hand was next to the outside of your hip, keeping you from moving around while he attempted to get you to relax.  

"You need to get some sleep, my love." His hand traced the outline of your face, his touches so feather light it felt like a dream. 

"No," you defiantly pouted, descending into a fit of giggles. Usually, Obi-Wan would never think of using the force on you, no less to influence something, but he knew the longer you stayed up, the worse the hangover would be in the morning. So you watched him with half-lidded eyes, squirming on the bed as Obi-Wan's eyes fluttered shut.  

He waved his hand in one fluid motion over your head, focusing the force on easing you to an unconscious state of mine. You slumped on the bed a moment later, soft snores emitting from your carefully parted lips. Obi-Wan leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. He hated to see you so upset, especially when there was nothing he could do to change it. His first desire was to help you, but you shut him out, and hours later, he found you a sloppy mess on the floor, practically dumping yourself in contraband you got a hold of. All he wanted was for you to be okay, and now you obviously weren't, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to help. As much as it tortured him, he would talk to you in the morning, and hopefully, then, things will be set straight. 

His lips left your forehead, and he pushed back the tangles of hair; his. You were his, and although it was something he cherished more than anything, the word felt foreign on his tongue. Obi-Wan wasn't used to the responsibility that came with being yours, something that he would adapt to better accommodate your needs. He would learn how to better care for you as time went on, but now he was stuck learning how to assist you. The self-placed responsibility of caring for you proved to be a more intricate task than he initially imagined. 

He stripped from his attire, his eyes softening as they landed on your sleeping figure. Settling into bed, Obi-Wan made himself comfortable, his head furrowing into the crook of your neck, his arms enveloping your waist. His beard scratched the place where your neck met your shoulder as he caressed your skin with a final kiss for the night. 

"Goodnight, my dear."

#obi wan star wars #reader insert #x reader #star wars prequels #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x you #obi wan x y/n #obi wan my beloved #obi wan kenobi x you #obi wan kenboi #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi fluff #star wars tcw #star wars oneshot #star wars #fluff #slight angst #drunk reader #i love the prequels #not proud of this #obi wan kenobi x y/n #obi wan fluff #drinking alone #obi wan x fem reader #obi wan kenobi x fem!reader

[mcqraw]

#two halves of a whole idiot

#star wars #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #ewan mcgregor #hayden christensen #revenge of the sith #sw rots #sw prequels #obikin being dorks #swedit #i love them!!! #my stuff

[strawlessandbraless]

So normal about this man throwing a party to celebrate Dean Winchester’s birthday

He makes me sick, I love him

Update: Jensen had the cast of his supernatural prequel sing happy birthday to him AS Dean Winchester at his mental illness party

Imagine making Dean look well adjusted 🫠

#supernatural #spn #spn prequel #dean winchester #jensen ackles #spn crack #twitter #spnwin #he’s a sick sick man and I love him #happy birthday dean winchester #still beautiful #still dean winchester #the winchesters #supernatural prequel

[skyguy-apologist]

Obi-Wan's story arc is actually GOOD and it makes so much sense

(OBI WAN KENOBI, PART IV, SPOILERS AHEAD)

Ok, I've been seeing a lot of people saying that they like the start of the series, but they're not enjoying "Obi Wan" anymore because there is so much that doesn't make sense. But for me, this is not the case.

We all know that the bond between Anakin and Obi-Wan was important for BOTH of them, but now we have the opportunity to see how the break of this bond affect them.

This bond is so important and I love the way they portrayed it in the bacta tanks, even in that state of weakness they sense each other, they still can feel each other pain and rage.

Between "Revenge of the Sith" and "A new hope", there is too much time, and I refuse to think that Obi Wan just pretended that Darth Vader was a completely different person and didn't mourn Anakin, this was necessary and even essential to his character.

Now about how he is using the force, idk what you were all expecting, jedis are being hunt down, the last time he used the force he had to "KILL" his brother, the thing that used to be his safe place now is associated with pain, so no, I'm not surprised he's having a hard time using it from time to time.

This is his journey to reconnect with it, baby steps, and now he's actually TRYING, even though he couldn't levitate the screw, later on he did so much more, for me this is going to end with Obi-Wan reconnected with the force and being the one we remembered.

Same thing goes for the lightsaber, at the beginning he looked clumsy and even more comfortable with a blaster, but the more he used it, the more he looked like his old self.

I have to admit that I even got excited with the little twist because that was SUCH an Obi Wan move.

I know that some of you wanted to see Obi-Wan being a badass but is makes SENSE to do a healing arc, now if we get a second season, now THERE he is going to be a badass, I BET.

#let my man heal #someone give him a hug #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi spoilers #spoilers #anakin skywalker #darth vader #i love the prequels #finish the goddam thing before saying is bad

[steven9rant]

padmé and obi-wan are bi besties.

they sit and drink tea and gossip about anakin (padmé as his wife, obi as his master and that only!!!) when he's on his whacky goofy shit (so always), and satine, because they both have major crushes on her, and ahsoka, because shes their young bi-questioning friend.

they share glances at every convenience when theyre in a room together and can communicate with just their eyes whenever theyre sussing out palpatine.

they both call windu 'mace' because they like to live life on the edge (yolo and all that).

they rant to one another about things the recipient has no clue about (jedi and senator things you know?!?!) and when its their turn to listen they nod and dash out advice as if they know all about it, and (for the most part) it actually works.

they give one another recommendations of books (theyre the last two people keeping that bookstore down the road running since everyone else uses archives and datapads).

they always find each other at events that both the council and senators have to attend and they ignore everyone else, with cocktails in their hands, nattering until someone drags them apart (usually kit fisto because hes shy and needs obi)

they make everyone else jealous because theyre them!!!!!

#padme amidala #obi wan kenobi #bi panic #star wars #i love the prequels #star wars prequels #star wars headcanons #theyre cute